Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Norway and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Moon,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.